Since June 24th, I have spent 29 nights (including tonight) on the road. In the middle of that were three nights at home, though I was packing and moving during that time and the third night was spent on an extra mattress in the basement of my Robbinsdale townhouse, so it was more like traveling than not.
I have spent 6 nights in a dorm, 4 nights in hotels, 8 nights with 3 different hosts, 2 nights in a yurt, and 9 nights in campsites, and one night in a hostel (which is very hotel like).
I have traveled 8,358 miles, and am currently 1,320 miles from home.
A few observations that may sound like complaints...
- My car smells like a wide range of untraceable after effects from using it as a bedroom, closet, office, car, refrigerator and pantry...and it needs an oil change.
- My socks are not as white as they were when I started.
- My room is hot and since it's a hostel there is no air conditioning. The clerk told me not to worry because it was going to get down to the single digits...which I now realize means it's going to get below 50 degrees fahrenheit (he, being Canadian, meant single digits Celcius).
- I have lost my amazement with the wonders of nature. There are a lot of roaring streams plunging through dramatic canyons out there and I have seen quite a few...they are starting to look alike. (Having said that, Glacier was super cool...see below.)
- I don't actually like camping by myself. Most of the things you do at a campsite are more interesting if you are doing them with or for someone else. By myself I'm just as happy sleeping at a rest stop on the interstate...at least that way I don't smell like campfire -- which was amusing for a while but is no longer able to generate a chortle of any kind.
- My Tevas developed an ungodly odor after using them to swim yesterday. Perhaps it's just sweat but up to the point I realized what smelled and took them out of the car, I was thinking that something oddly like a salty nacho had died in my car.
- The national parks (here and in the US) are crazy busy with people. Its like driving in Manhattan. Worse since it's a park...
- I have no idea where my mail is going (could be at Martin's, could be at my new place...really not sure.) Not that I really get any mail, but it's unsettling.
- Every time I spend any money I get queasy.
On the other hand...
- I love getting up in the morning early and heading out to see or do something new.
- I have been getting exercise every day.
- Every day I talk to someone I don't know and share experiences around traveling.
- I created this time...this space...for this purpose. It's not a vacation and it's not necessarily supposed to be easy.
- I love to drive.
- I love choosing what I am going to do each day. (Choice? See previous comments about "The Social Animal" and perhaps more tomorrow.)
- I love writing about what I do each day.
- I am knocking off places I want to see someday at a prodigious rate.
- I am enjoying taking pictures, though sometimes I wonder if a better camera would be useful given my essential tremor.
- If I went home early, what would I do? Seriously.
- It's kind of cool to sleep in the car.
- I really like cooking a steak on a fire pit.
- Jumping into a cold lake after a good hike is a special kind of euphoria.
- I miss my kids and my cat (this is in the list of good things for a reason).
- Canadian currency is cool looking.